I walked past a blue-eyed boy in a suit, and he suddenly took my hand. I instantly looked into his eyes. Do I know this person? I felt a little surprised by his gaze, "You?"
"Let's dance," he said, with a compelling invitation in his eyes.
"You..." He seems to know me, but... do I know him?
My mind was running at high speed, and I was thinking about it. It seemed that I didn't have this face in my memory. But his eyes seemed familiar. Although they were blue eyes, they gave me a strangely familiar feeling.
Someone next to us was staring at us. A blue-eyed Western boy was pestering a man in a knight's costume, which was very strange.
The blue-eyed boy seemed quite uneasy about this kind of gaze, but he continued: "Beautiful oriental girl, don't lie, I mean it well."
He blinked at me, there was a kind of guidance in his eyes, but there was also a seductive temptation in those deep eyes.
What is he saying to me? Are his eyes talking?
But why is he talking to me? Do we know each other?
The boy in front of me has a pair of blue eyes and blond hair. His facial features are very three-dimensional, but if they are too three-dimensional, they give people a fake, even sculptural feel...but there is a sense of familiarity.
"Do you know who I am?"
I asked him, and I noticed that more and more people were paying attention to us around me. There seemed to be a black shadow floating in front of my eyes for an instant. Before I could see it clearly, the black shadow had disappeared, and there was no chance for me to be afraid.
"You can dance even if you don't know. After dancing a song, won't we get to know each other?" He smiled, the guidance in his eyes deepening.
I was still more cautious and refused him: "No, I'm wearing...this outfit, a knight's outfit, men's clothing, and it doesn't seem good for two boys to dance..." Although he saw through that I was a girl.
I smiled politely, then planned to apply oil on my soles and walk away.
But this Western devil seemed to have made up his mind and would not give up until he achieved his goal. He actually held my hand and wouldn't let go.
"Girl, don't leave."
He held me tightly and spoke awkward Chinese and insisted on inviting me to dance: "I just want to dance with the girl, there is no other meaning. I am kind. Beautiful oriental girl, you should not refuse."
My warm invitation?" He winked at me, and I just wanted to walk away.